Your choice: Norman Greenbaum or John Keats or both together!

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John Keats does not have a website, but at SpiritInTheSky.com you may visit Norman Greenbaum.

Norman Greenbaum: "How many things are you known for? Really, that's all you need to do: one good thing!"

Tom O'Bedlam reading 'Ode on a Grecian Urn' by John Keats

 

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